Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Ryker
An hour later, I find myself back upstairs with my wife.
I planned to skip work for at least the first few days after the wedding, but I find myself restless when I get upstairs.
I know it’s not really from a lack of work, but more from my mind spinning in a thousand directions.
I’m usually singularly focused in my thoughts, but today, I’m everywhere.
“Everything all right?” Sasha asks, and I realize we’ve been standing in the kitchen in complete silence.
“I’m fine, just…” I wave my hand.
She gives me a gentle smile. “I get lost in my thoughts all the time. I drive everyone crazy.”
“Not me,” I answer without even thinking.
“You don’t get lost in your thoughts or I don’t drive you crazy?” she asks, nipping at her lip. It’s her step up from tapping when she’s nervous about what I might say.
I pull her hands into mine and then draw her close, my lips brushing her forehead. “Neither.”
“Give it time,” she pulls away and opens the fridge. “I’ll annoy you eventually. I’m going to eat some lunch. Want anything?”
“No,” I shake my head, eyeing her ass as she bends over. I’d like to have her for lunch. But I’m determined to give her some recovery time after last night. So instead of splaying her out on the counter, I clear my throat. “Would you mind if I did a bit of work?”
“Of course not,” she answers, as she stands back up, looking a bit sheepish. “Have I been keeping you from your duties?”
How does she do that? Make everything her fault. I cross over to her, lifting her in my arms. She comes easily, wrapping around me, her nose touching mine.
It’s this small act of intimacy and I don’t know why, but I love it. I’ve never shared something like this with anyone else, and it makes the embrace special. Everything is different with her.
I close my eyes. What I can’t tell her is that I don’t really need to work. I’m just having an attack of conscience. Like heartburn.
I need to look at everything I’ve done and make sure that I’m still sure.
It annoys the fuck out of me. I never hesitate, and I certainly don’t backtrack.
But watching Sasha worry over her sister, knowing that in one move I have taken that person away from her, all while stealing her greatest asset. It’s making me feel like shit.
I reluctantly let her go and make my way into my office. Pulling all the files that have to do with deals I’m making for Sasha’s and Katarina’s casinos, I review the contracts, the permits, the city clauses. I don’t know what I’m looking for.
Clarity? Assurance? An escape plan?
I sit back in my chair, jamming the heels of my hands into my eye sockets, no closer to answers.
That’s when a soft knock sounds at the door.
“Come in, baby,” I call, placing the accounting books I need to go through over the sale documents. I don’t know what I want to do, or what can be done, but I’m beginning to understand that my great plan to secede from my family by stealing from my wife was a fucking lousy idea.
Except it means that I’m married to Sasha. That is the silver lining in the gray cloud I’ve made for myself.
She softly opens the door, her petite frame and curtain of dark hair pulling me up from my chair.
“Hungry?” she asks.
I’m famished, but I wish I’d found actual answers to the problems that I’ve done my best to create.
Moving around the desk, I stop in front of her. “I could eat. You?”
“Yeah,” she answers, wrapping her arms around me. “I made a little something for us.”
“You cook for me, sweetheart?”
“Cooking is a strong word. I made sandwiches.” She gives a nervous giggle. “Like I said, you might have to teach me to cook if that’s going to be one of my duties.”
I wince as I nuzzle her neck.
Her value to me had been in real estate. And attraction.
The actual division of labor hadn’t occurred to me at all. I gather her close, crystal clear on one thing I’d like to do for her. “After dinner, I’d like a bit of dessert.”
She laughs, a giggle that sounds just a touch nervous. I cup her chin, bringing her lips to mine. I take my time with the kiss, tasting her, enjoying her softness, her sweetness.
When I lift my head, her eyes are unfocused and her mouth puffy from my attention. It makes me hot as fuck. “You sore from last night?”
“A bit,” she answers, a wince pulling at her features. “But I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
I shake my head. There has been enough pain for her. “We’ll give it another day. I just want the taste of you on my tongue.”
“Oh,” she breathes in, her fingers threading into my hair, her body becoming more pliant against mine.
I lift her in my arms, one of my hands slipping up under her dress, cupping her ass cheek. She wraps her legs around my waist, a move I fucking love, her ankles locking behind my back.
I slide my hand between her legs, rubbing her panty-covered pussy. I’d love nothing more than to bury myself inside her.
I can’t ever remember wanting a woman as much as I want her, especially the second time around.
But last night only whet my appetite. I want more of Sasha wrapped around every part of me.
I carry her into the bedroom, even as I devour her lips with mine, our tongues tangled together.
She’s flexing her hips to help my hand slide over her little pussy and as hot as it is, I want to taste her.
I stop walking when my knees hit the bed and then I lay her down, tugging open the dress with a quick jerk.
“Did you buy me clothes just so you could ruin them?” she asks with a breathless giggle that has me grinning like the cat who got the milk.
“Maybe,” I rumble as I hold one of her hands over her head, the other tracing her side as I kiss a trail down her chest.
Her free hand tangles in my hair, scraping my scalp. I’m not sure why, but the fact that she gets a little rough when she gets excited just ratchets up the tension.
I tongue her nipple through her bra, and then start kissing lower, pressing my face into the softness of her belly before I work my way to the hem of her panties.
I don’t want to let her arm go, I like it above her head. So with one quick jerk, I rip the underwear away from her body.
I hear her gasp but I only smile. I bare my teeth, before I slide lower, using my shoulders to part her knees.
She’s dripping wet and so hot, I don’t start slow, I dive right in.
She cries out, her heels ramming into my back as she bucks her hips up to give more access.
I devour her, there’s no other word for it. I lick and suck, her whimpers and cries only egging me on as she grinds against my face.
It’s fast and it’s hot and when she screams out her orgasm, my satisfaction is interrupted by my driving need for more. More of her. More of this.
I rear up, catching her other hand and lifting it up overhead as I kiss her mouth with all the heated sloppiness I just used on her pussy.
She’s languid underneath me, her body open and relaxed as her head tips back, exposing her neck to me.
I kiss down its column, nipping at the pulsing vein in her neck. “Baby,” I growl out. Even now, worked up as I am, I’m not pushing inside her. But I need to cum.
Her legs wind around mine, pulling me deeper into the V of her thighs. I push back, shucking my pants down my legs, yanking my shirt over my head. She slides off the bed, landing on the carpet on her knees.
Her dress still hangs off her shoulders, torn down the middle but she doesn’t seem to notice or care as she plucks at the laces of my shoes.
But I’m past the point of taking them off. She’s on her knees in front of me, her mouth so close to my cock.
Without thinking, I slide my fingers into her hair, pulling the slightest bit to bring her face up, her eyes locking with mine.
“Baby,” I grit out between clenched teeth. And then I grip my cock by the shaft, brushing the leaking head over her soft fucking lips.
Yesterday, I kept holding myself back.
I was afraid to hurt her. But I know I also didn’t want to get too close to her. I’m good at that. Holding myself back from people.
But in this moment, I’m my raw fucking self. For better or worse, she’s getting all of me.
Sasha responds by opening her lips and suckling on the head of my cock.
My head tips back as a guttural moan rips from my throat. Tightening my grip in her hair, I feed her more, her soft lips opening as her jaw relaxes.
“That feels so good,” I grunt as she slides her mouth down my shaft, her tongue dancing over the sensitive side of my cock.
She looks up, her eyes meeting mine again and my balls boil with my cum. I can’t tear my gaze away as she takes more of me in, finally choking, before she pulls back.
I relax my grip on her hair, relieving the tension for a second before I tighten it again, telling her to take me back in.
She only hesitates for a moment before she follows my silent command, sliding down my cock until I hit the back of her throat.
I can feel the orgasm building, I’m so fucking primed, and spitting through clenched teeth, I pull back out, only to push back into her waiting mouth.
Her eyes never leave mine as I cup her jaw with my other hand, the silent connection between us more powerful than any I’ve ever felt before.
“Sasha,” I say her name, and it breaks in the middle.
She grabs my hips, squeezing, as she takes me deeper. It’s all the answer I need. All the affirmation I could want that she feels it too.
I thrust in and out of her mouth, my body on fire. All the control I exercised yesterday is gone, and with another powerful push, I let out a roar, cum exploding from the end of my cock.
I’m mindless as I chase every last ounce of pleasure and then my shoulders curl down, my head dropping as my knees bend. But I don’t collapse.
Instead, I scoop up my women, bringing her to my chest and wrapping her tightly in my embrace, as I fall back onto the bed, bringing her with me. “That was…”
Her hands flutter over my bare chest. “Did I do all right?”
“What?”
“I just…I’ve never…” Worried eyes meet mine.
Is she serious? It was the most powerful orgasm of my life and she’s asking me if she did all right? “Baby, it was so good.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. It was the best.” I close my eyes, just enjoying the feel of her on top of my body, the way her fingertips are dancing over my skin.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.” I force my eyes open again. “What’s got you worried.”
“I’ve never done any of this before.”
“Trust me, you’re a natural.”
That pulls a small smile on her lips. “Really?”
I nod. “In two minutes, I should be recovered enough to go eat that food you put out.”
She giggles then. “The sandwiches are for sure soggy by now.”
“Worth it,” I mutter, but then I push up, sliding her to the side. She gives me a confused look before I bend over and grab my T-shirt, sliding the dress off her shoulders and pulling my shirt over her body.
I could go in the closet and get something I bought for her, but I like her in my clothes.
Then I take her hands and help her off the bed.
“Let’s get some food in you,” I say, wrapping my arms around her.
She hugs me back, her cheek resting on my chest. “Sounds good.”
“And while we eat, I’ve got a few questions I’d like to ask.”